Return of the Trumpwife

Epilogue

Jeananne embraced Donald tightly, standing on the tips of her toes to nestle her head into his chest.
"Thank you," she whispered into his tie.
"No problem, baby," Donald said back, kissing her blood-soaked, brown hair.
"Baby," Jeananne thought. She released Donald and gently pushed him back, and looked up into eyes. "Donald, there's something I need to tell you."
"Can't we move to the surface, first?" Marla suggested. "It's yucky down here."

Donald led the Trumpwives and Barron down the main passageway to the escape. They walked diligently around the bodies of Chelsea's followers shot dead by Donald, and in minutes found themselves at the blown-out entrance to the surface world.

They stepped out into the chilly night. FBI and army vehicles surrounded the place which was littered with more dead Chelsea followers. General Mattis sat beside a corpse, happily chewing on its heart.
"What is it you wanted to tell me?" Donald asked Jeananne.
The young woman blushed and held her husband's hands. "I'm pregnant," she said.
"No kidding?" Donald said with a warm chuckle, and he took his young wife up his arms, cradling her against him and kissing her cheek. Barron grinned at be prospect of being an older brother, and the past Trumpwives were pleased that Jeananne, too, would know the splendors of mothering a child of Donald J. Trump.
Jeananne looked to the old Trumpwives, and her face was somber. Suddenly, she realized that she could see straight through Ivana, Marla, and Melania, and their bodies were outlined in a thin white glow.
"Hey what's happening to you three?" Jeananne asked them.
The Trumpwives past looked at their hands and down at their bodies. "It's time for us to return to the Trumpwife Realm," said Ivana.
"Oh," Jean said.
"Ladies, it was a pleasure seeing you all again," Donald said. "I thank you for your help."
"It was no problem, Donald," Ivana said with a smile. She looked at Jeananne. "Jeananne, we overheard your self-doubting from the Trumpwife Realm, and, before we depart, I must tell you this; fate chose you to be a Trumpwife for a good reason. You are a great Trumpwife. Remember that. There is no such thing as a bad Trumpwife."
Jeananne wiped a tear from her eye. "I understand," she said.
Barron rushed to his mother and hugged her tightly while she faded into nothingness with Ivana and Marla.
"You will be a good big brother, my son," Melania said softly to Barron.
"You bet," he said.
"Goodbye," the former Trumpwife trio said in unison as they dissipated into the night air.

Donald, Jeananne, and Barron stood for a moment in the cold. Donald wrapped his arms around his wife and son, and the First Family proceeded on foot back into Washington D.C.

The End